I am stuck here in this briefly moment
In the midst of the summertime soon going
With a strumming breezy accompaniment
Onto the freshly red autumn glowing
As the summer imaginings collide
Into engaging night of memory
For a short instant the shades abide
Before they forever again are free
Each time of year is like a turning wheel
Forever it goes on in its season
Like each beauty and love is what you feel
Without giving any further reason
These minutes are for us all to share
The flowers of earth and its woodenware
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem